After burying her father's body, Antonia fell into meditation again. Suddenly the grunt of the stomach inspired her: "What do I have to think about? As long as I go hunting alone, I'll soon be killed by a beast, like my father!" Antonia couldn't wait to pick up a machete and a bow and arrows and rush into the forest.
Three days later, Antonia gazed helplessly at the heads of the various beasts hanging on the wall. "Why didn't I know my hunting skills were so fascinating before?" Bears cut, eagles shot, beasts had become too afraid to eat her.
Antonia had to change her mind, dried up her preys' meat and got ready to leave the forest, looking for a better way to kill herself. "How nice it would be if a stone suddenly fell in the sky and killed me!"
God heard her wishes. A black point fell from the sky and instantly smashed her cabin. "No! You're supposed to hit me! Not the house!"
Antonia went into the ruin. It was a male knight, covered in blood.
Antonia thought he was dead and was about to drag him out of the ruins. As soon as she pulled his hand, he opened his eyes.
Antonia squirmed. Not only was the man's gaze cold, but his hands were also as cold as ice.
"The ruins may collapse again, may I carry you out?"
The man said nothing. Antonia dragged him out of the rubble, "let me see if any healing herbs survived?"
The man suddenly said, "No need." He raised his right hand, stared at the ring on the finger, and silently spelled something. The ring shimmered, and a packet of powder appeared.
"That's … Magic?" Antonia was shocked. The powder had a strange fragrance that made Antonia refreshed.
"Should this powder be applied directly to the wound?" "Yes." "But your wounds look all under your clothes?" "Just take it off."
There was only one short-sleeved shirt under the knight's robe, which outlined his fortitude of muscle lines. But more conspicuous were several wounds, with broken bones deeply visible, and bleeding. Antonia applied the powder to the wound. The bleeding stopped immediately, and within a few minutes, the wound began to close. "Isn't it too effective?"
Antonia's hand reached under the short-sleeved shirt and touched the man's chest and abdomen. At first, she was a little nervous, but the man didn't seem to care, and she gradually let go of her guts. "The wounds in the upper body are done … It's time for the lower body."